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Whatever might a performance tea                                                            be? Whatever are electrolytes to you                                                            and me? No antioxidants will ruin our night                                                            all right? And hydration is itself a fright                                                            Quite! Blowing sleet rattles against the window pane And the electrics have again winked adieu But light the gas and brew up, black and plain We’ll drink our tea by candles, with a biscuit                                                            or two In nice China cups, or a mason jar Because The best tea of all is a cuppa char (Upon reading a ‘vert for specialty teas)
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Privileging the Narrative of Tea
Whatever might a performance tea                                                            be? Whatever are electrolytes to you                                                            and me? No antioxidants will ruin our night                                                            all right? And hydration is itself a fright                                                            Quite! Blowing sleet rattles against the window pane And the electrics have again winked adieu But light the gas and brew up, black and plain We’ll drink our tea by candles, with a biscuit                                                            or two In nice China cups, or a mason jar Because The best tea of all is a cuppa char (Upon reading a ‘vert for specialty teas)
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
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